The California air Your nightgown on the stairs
I remember every night,
Scenes from home in the Quiet Room
How long have I been gone Did winter kill the lawn
And all those polaroids you sent
Are on the wall in the Quiet Room
I can't get my wrists to bleed : Chorus
Plastic forks and spoon, No laces in my shoes
They all know what I tried to do
Outside the Quiet Room
interlude: D,A/D,D,A/D,D/F#,A/C#,
A mattress on the floor
No handles on the door
I really need nothing here
I'm alone